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Aug 17, 2013 07:50PM
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Oh my gods SLEEP KIMIKO!!!!
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xD Haha, I in fact just woke up =p
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Pretty profile pic Sam! ^^
Wise 유리 wrote: "I PASSED. OMG. I PASSED.
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I don't know what you passed but I'm happy for you!!!!!!!!!!
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I don't know what you passed but I'm happy for you!!!!!!!!!!
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NOOO!!! NOT YOU TOO KIMIKO!!!! DON'T GO INTO THE LIGHT!!!
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Be careful."
Why?
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Kimiko wrote: ""
*shakes head and laughes*
Oh, and if you are not careful you'll probably get sick easier!
*shakes head and laughes*
Oh, and if you are not careful you'll probably get sick easier!
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Yep. You will.
Healthy mind=healthy body (and soul if yoiu count it as seperate)
Healthy mind=healthy body (and soul if yoiu count it as seperate)
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You guys have no idea how much I wanna kill "this fan" right now...
http://e-shuushuu.net/images/2011-06-...
... he cried, on stage, because someone said something mean? If we all did that then nobody would ever stop crying!
And what "fan" goes to a concert just to rag on the artist???
I FINALLY finished the pre chapter thing with my sister hood of the travling pants and Percy Jackson fanfic:( I don't like editing small things so I don't..)
That Summer Apart.
A Sisterhood of the traveling pants/PJ Fanfic.
The second generation of PJ girls are all best friends. Coincidence? I think not.
It follows the plot-ish of Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants, but replaced with Percy Jackson. I do not own Originals such as Percy, Annabeth, Hazel, Frank, Piper, Jason, Leo etc. But I do own the second generation.
And I am not a Leyna or Jasper shipper... don't mistake me for those fools.
Prologue:
We were all 16 at the time. We, I mean myself, Beatrice, Lena, Charlotte, and Brooklyn.
The 5 of us were best friends. As simple as that. We hung out on every breaking moment when we could, but those summers were the special times. It feels like our life was marked out in summers, since we were born. Gracie was born first in June, than Beezus two weeks later, than Lenny early July and Char and Brooke two days apart. Those Summers splashing around in that public pool every day, that summer Beezus's little sister got the Dirt-bike, that summer we begged our parents to let us train with weapons, and manged to brake Brooklyn's arm. It was like our childhood were all marked with summers.
This was going to be our first summer apart.
Why am I rambling like a sap? Let me get to that.
I was shopping with Beezus, her mom and her younger sister Alec, at some thrift store looking for an outfit for Alec for this 8th grade event the made her attend, and Alec being Alec wanted it to be “ ugly” and only Alec would want it that way...
Bee had retreated to the books, leaving me to ponder the ugly, 34 sized sweaters that didn't look good on anyone.
Beezus came back with an armful of books she “had” to read, Alec with a top. I grabbed a pair of Jeans of a self that looked about my size, it didn't seem like a really cared about them that much. When I got home I put them in my closet, behind some winter coats.
….........................................................
It was the day before we were all to leave to go on our vacations ( except Lena, who was staying home). We were at Charlotte's room, sitting on the tile floor. Charlotte was trying to close the suitcase which was overflowing with shorts and tank tops, and a pair of jeans here and there. We looked around Char's room, seeing if she had any new things. There was always a new rock poster in there, or some new drawing she'd create, we sat in silence until Beezus broke the silence.
“ I wish I could go stay with the hunt for the summer!” Beatrice said, helping her cousin close the suitcase, throwing in a lone pair of underwear. I heard her mumble something about pink.
“ You're going to Camp Jupiter! Where your mom met your dad, and the romance all started!” Brooklyn gushed dreamily.
“ Just because you're a granddaughter of Aphrodite- and Venus” I retorted, looking at Bee Bee and Lenney, “ doesn't mean you have to ACT like one Brooky”.
Brooke looked hurt, she considered herself as a “tomboy”.
“ It's ok, but it's not the HUNT!” Beezus said, and I knew she was picturing herself with her beloved crossbow her dad had given her. We teased her by calling her “Apollo”. I guess you can figure out why.
“ Well at least you guys get to GO anywhere! My mom was Praetor of the stinking camp and i'm not going!” Lena said, frowning, she slid down deeper in her chair.
“ Lenny it won't be so bad! You get to work at Wal-Mart discount of stuff” said Charlotte for the most part of this conversation was silent. She was still working on her suitcase.
“ I'm still sad!” Lenny clutching her heart dramaticly.
“ I'll give you something out of the clothes pile I brought over if you wanted it.” I offered, pointing to the stack of tops and jeans sitting on the bed. Lenny nodded, pointing to the jeans I had bought a month ago. “those, I want those” I pulled them out of the pile. I took a real look at them. They were that worn out blue pair of jeans you had at the end of the school year, they had those lone stichings you had when you cut jeans to make them shorts, they must have been longer.“ try um' on!” Brooke demanded leaning forward.
“ if you say so”
Lenny tried on the pants.
“ Wow Lenney!” Brooke gushed.
I had to admitte, Lenney DID look good. She had wavy brown hair with chocolate brown eyes. When she smiled she looked elf..ish. They hugged what hips she had, and ended a little baggy around the ankles. It was a good look for Lenny.
“ keep them.” I suggested.
“ I tried them on-” Lenney slide the pants off. “ Now Brooke”
Brooky hesitated. She didn't like to be called “beautiful” or even remotely try to be “beautiful” she liked her t-shirts and her regular sweatpants. She hair forever in a ponytail. But the truth was, she was, she was beautiful, and graceful. She was like her mom.
“ really Brooke? You can't try on a pair of jeans to your BEST FRIENDS” I blurred out with a smirk.
“ Fine, Gracie just for you” Brooke said statistically, rolling her blue eyes.
She buttoned and zipped the pants on. “ They're too tight around th-” but she didn't finish because of the silence. “ what? Are they ugly on me? I'll take them off.”
The room was filled with protests. Brooke made ugly tops and dumb fashion trends look good, but she made these jeans look like some a fashion model would wear. Suddenly the pants were top dollar now. ( no offense to Lenny or anything..)
It was now Charlotte wearing the garment. The jeans made her dark,blue eyes looked fiercer, her short black hair shinier. She laughed at herself in the mirror. She threw them to Beezus.
Beezus looks average, and she's told us that herself. She had straight brown hair with hazel eyes. Her eyes are almond. She did look average. But not in these jeans. They hugged her hips, and ended at her ankle.
Something I'd dreaded. It was my turn.
“ Do I hav-”
“yes!” someone yelled.
“ but they'll be too short.” I protested, I was 5'6.
“ It's only fair that you try them on, even Brooky did” Beezus argued back.
After debating back and forth, we finally agreed that they'd pay be 5 bucks.
I tried them on slowly, they felt comfortable like they were worn often when they were owned before. The knees that holes in them, with a crease from being folded in the closet for a month and a half.
Silence. The Cd we were listening to stopped, and it felt as if no one was breathing. What did I look like?
“ wow Gracie” Lenny said just above a whisper.
“ Do I look ok?” I looked down.
“ you look more than OK! See for yourself.” I looked at myself in the floor length mirror. They followed my leg down in the smug but comfy way, and ended at my ankles.
“ such a babe Gracie” Charlotte said striking a pose.
“ yeah, she'll SURE make the boys swoon.” Brooke said with a laugh.
“wait. The pants all fit us, and good too-” Beatrice said gesturing to me. “ And since some of us are going away tomorrow, we should make a pack.”
“ ok, but a heads up, the Pants Pack isn't a very good name”.
“ Well yeah, but anyway, we should send them too each other when we're away and write letters!” Charlotte jumped up, growing excited.
“ and they could represent friendship when we aren't together!”
“ exactly, let's meet up at that old yoga place at 7? You guys know what to do”
At 7 we met up at this old yoga studio our moms would go there after hours to hang out after their quests are stuff. The place had horrible security so Beezus managed to unlock it with bobby pin. What was there to steal anyway? Old gym mats?
We were “at sleepovers” at each others houses, but I’m sure our parents wouldn't care if we were here anyway. We're trained with deadly weapons. We set up blankets and pillows and Lenny set up the food. Pepsi and Gummy Worms. Beezus stole a notepad and a pen from the desk up front. The pants were set up in front of us. We planned to write the “rules of the traveling pants” as we soon started to call them. I was the writer because I have the best handwriting. Brooke and I wanted rules of love and friendship, the rest of the lot wanted random ones like “ you are not allowed to pick your nose”.
We, the Sisterhood: Beatrice Zhang, Brooklyn Grace, Charlotte Di'Anglo, Grace Jackson and Lena Valdez are now the owners of the Traveling Pants. The Pants are a symbol of endless friendship and memories. The rules are simple:
1. You must always send the pants to your sisters.The cycle of the sending is in first name alphabetical order. If you do not, upon your return you will get a serve atomic wedgie.
2. You must never wash the pants.
3. You must never wear anything tackie or dumb. Such as double cuffing the pants or wearing a tucked in shirt with a bulky belt.
4. You must always write to each one of your sisters at least once, no matter how much fun your having without your sisters.
5. You must not say “plat” or “ I am fat” while wearing the pants.
6. When you return on, you must write the most exciting thing that happened to you in the pants on the left leg of the pants.
On the right leg, you write the most exciting place you've been on your trip, even if it was to the store, while wearing the pants or not.
7. You must never ever, never, ever ever pick your nose while wearing the pants ( see rule number 2)
8. never pick a fight with Chuch Norris, this has nothing to do with the sisterhood but just never do it.
9. Or wear a fanny pack
10. Remember: Pants = love. Love your pals. Love yourself.
Signed:
Beatrice zhang. Brooklyn Gracie, charlotte Di' Angelo, Grace Jackson, Lena Valdez
And that's how the sisterhood was born.
ok um.. thanks for the feedback..
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